The White Party Thoughts

Where to begin? People say that a lot. "Where do I begin?" "How do I start?" You just do--or don't as the case may be with me at the moment.

Let me start with Tim Davis. He's an extraordinary man. Open. Kind. He's the type of soul that I knew/know is out there and one that I hope to become. He's friends with Bobby & Joey and lives in La Quinta. He offered his place to them so they wouldn't have to get a hotel for The White Party.
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My throat still has some weird taste to it. I need to figure out what is wrong.
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Artistic, world-educated, benevolent. Warm. Inviting. I would ask his advice on something and know that the answer would benefit me.

We arrived at his place. Someone named Billy was there. They were having cocktails and watching a very large flat screen TV. The dogs are Jake & Zoey. They like me. Tim said something about dogs and babies knowing people well. I said that babies stop crying when I hold them and dogs generally like me. Tim prepared a dinner for us. Joey helped make the salad. Bobby and I sat our asses and made polite conversation with Billy. My vibe was right again---to be proven the next morning.

The White Party--unorganized. I know I'm done with the scene because it holds no more life to me. It has been dead many times now and this last experience with friends lets me know that I'm in that next phase of life. I'm sad the way a child is sad that it no longer has a toy to play with. But I'm old enough to know that there are other toys to play with. Besides....it was never my favorite toy. So... now do I have to join a gym to exercise?

Sardines packed in light spring sweat. After finding the will call booth, doing a before picture with Alex-Dan, Joey-Bobby, seeing Wes, seeing Jeff, we got inside of the convention center and made our way to the center in front of the stage area for the MIDNIGHT show. One by one we fell off and only Bobby was left. He stayed there for two hours. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for the alleged performance by Christina Aguilera. She never showed up. Instead, we get a very badly taped video of her reasons for not attending. The other performer wasn't as well known.

The best part of my $100 was about 3am when two gymnasts' bodies used a single trapeze to tangle themselves in moves set to music. The homo eroticism on top of the tremendous skill moved me to take pictures that I hope turn out.

I'm in the Koffee Klatch waiting for Mark. I think I should walk to Woody's.